Fake Friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
You talked behind my back then ask me for a hunnid
I should slap you with this money
You ain't loyal you ain't love me
Niggas ain't go no morals
Trynna do me so cruddy
I should put you in that soil
When ya main bitch try come fuck me
Imma make that water boil
And I won't tell you bout nothing
Lor nigga we at war
And Iont need a army
I won't even need a tool
A screw inside ya skull isn't torture it's only cool
So how can we be crueler
Lets him live
Make him watch me get a Grammy show him who I is
Then make him call his family and say that imma bitch
Just so they could laugh at his ass and say he rich
Now he looking stuck
He feeling like a punk
His bitch said he was down
She want someone that's up
She need someone right now
I'm on the way to fuck
I'm bout to make a vid
And send it to the cuck like
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
Dead friends
I got way too many dead friends
I count em up and it don't make sense
Will I see you up in heaven
I'm just Talking to my dead friends
I ain't fucking with these fake friends
My dead friends they give me patience
My dead friends keep me so gracious
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
To my dead friends I give my heart nigga
To my dead friends You make my art nigga
To my dead friends you make my thoughts bigger
To my dead friends you do it all nigga
And my loving god
Thank you for these angels
I been seeing all the angles
And It's all for a reason
My dead friends here forever they ain't leaving
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
You talked behind my back then ask me for a hunnid
I should slap you with this money
You ain't loyal you ain't love me
Niggas ain't go no morals
Trynna do me so cruddy
I should put you in that soil
When ya main bitch try come fuck me
Imma make that water boil
And I won't tell you bout nothing
Lor nigga we at war
And Iont need a army
I won't even need a tool
A screw inside ya skull isn't torture it's only cool
So how can we be crueler
Lets him live
Make him watch me get a Grammy show him who I is
Then make him call his family and say that imma bitch
Just so they could laugh at his ass and say he rich
Now he looking stuck
He feeling like a punk
His bitch said he was down
She want someone that's up
She need someone right now
I'm on the way to fuck
I'm bout to make a vid
And send it to the cuck like
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
Dead friends
I got way too many dead friends
I count em up and it don't make sense
Will I see you up in heaven
I'm just Talking to my dead friends
I ain't fucking with these fake friends
My dead friends they give me patience
My dead friends keep me so gracious
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
To my dead friends I give my heart nigga
To my dead friends You make my art nigga
To my dead friends you make my thoughts bigger
To my dead friends you do it all nigga
And my loving god
Thank you for these angels
I been seeing all the angles
And It's all for a reason
My dead friends here forever they ain't leaving
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
I got fake friends
I got dead friends
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Writer(s): William Jenningsiv
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